really i want the internet

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

no longer writing in the third person

13, H, grate


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

this will be about a slug

magnetises a pin

god being the centre magnet

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its performative

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Picture

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

or never left

which magnetises chains of pins

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?